Where God Doesn't Look

In the dim confessional shadows, Belle (Penelope Kay) whispers her filthy urges to the priest (Tommy Pistol), her voice dripping with sin. She's burning for cock, but vows to hoard her cherry for the altar. He preaches prayer and groveling atonement, but she pushes back, scorning the Church's virgin fetish. What if she fucks her ass instead—the forbidden back door? It barely counts as sin, right? Lighter than the full plunge, easy to beg off later since we're all damned anyway. The priest sweats, collar choking him as Belle's eyes gleam. If she caves, why not with a holy stud like him, not some heathen brute? God would wink at one slip, she purrs, her words coiling around his crumbling resolve. He cracks, shoving her against the booth, ramming his throbbing shaft into her tight rear, grunting like a beast unchained. She smirks, knowing he'd fold—and soon, he'll learn her other dirty secrets about his pious facade.